A Dual Crest Summoner In Infinite Summoning World

Auren rushed towards his home, using Chi to enhance his body. At the speed he and Kenzo were running, all the kids in the class couldn't even fully comprehend it. Both of them were Dante's students—Auren wasn't the only one who had been taught the tricks. Kenzo wasn't as good at controlling his Chi but could manage it for a while.

It was another reason why Hanzo and Dante thought Kenzo had an animal summon. Even after using Chi the right way to activate the summoning crest, it wouldn't result in anything if the summon inside wasn't ready to be born yet. The timing differed for small animals, medium ones, and big ones. It only applied to animal and spirit beast summoners—object summoners had no such problems. Proven by Auren himself.

What could this be about? All the thoughts in his head were negative. If the baron had sent for Dante, it had to be something urgent. Could it be about Rhysar Black? If the peddler coming to their village had the news, it meant Rhysar had left at least a month ago. Primarch Hold was their neighbor—if the guy came here to gain support, the different lords would indeed compete to have him serve under them.

It would also mean making the emperor their direct enemy, though—no Baron had enough balls to take that big a risk just to win the raid and become a Banner-lord.

The white horse was indeed tied to his house's fence. Auren slowed down, and in minutes he and Kenzo had reached the house.

"..he is in the forest. It will take him till evening to come back," Sable said to the man.

She eyed him and Kenzo, along with the man, as they closed the fence gate behind them and walked toward the house. Granny was standing at the entrance, holding Theren.

The man looked back, hearing their footsteps.

Not a warrior, Auren concluded. The guy had a sword at his waist, but his posture was not a practiced one. He hadn't even heard them arrive until Auren opened the fence gate. And he turned with his whole body instead of pivoting with his feet. But Dante had also told him people like this were the worst opponents—especially when the guy had an orange crest. Only two types of people in this world had no actual fighting skills: one, poor non-combat object summoners who lived a simple life; and two, pompous fools who had a bit too much faith in the power of their animal summons.

"Oh, this one looks like him. Let me guess—you're his son?" the man said in a fancy accent.

"Yes, and may I know who you are, Sir?" Auren asked.

It was better to assume someone was at least a knight if they were this pompous. Even if not, it made the man feel good about himself if someone called him a knight. Knights were mostly like Dante—fit, tall, and powerful warriors. There were exceptions, of course, as always.

"Ah! That cautious look yet polite speech—you are indeed his offspring. Worry not—I have only come to deliver an invitation." The man gave Sable a fancy-looking parchment scroll and turned toward Auren. "I am called Sir Faelan of Ashgrove, child."

Auren's eyes widened. Not just his—all present were surprised hearing the name Faelan. The legendary knight who could summon a Red Deer(Stag) whose horns were red with blood each time it entered the battlefield. One of the most well-known knights serving under Lord Cedric Cornvell, Swordhand of the Duke of Summer, the Earl of their entire Lowfield region.

Auren went down on one knee and placed his right hand, curled into a fist, upon his chest, his head slightly bowing before the man. Kenzo, watching him, followed in his footsteps. It was the official greeting of a sword apprentice toward a senior knight.

"Manners? This far south? Now that is a rare sight to see." The man chuckled. "Stand up, kid. Me and your father go a long way back."

Only then did Auren and Kenzo lift their heads and stand up. It wasn't just the respect the guy had in all of Lowfield that warranted this reaction from Auren. It was because Dante had once told him how he had survived a brutal battle thanks to the Red Stag. Dante didn't give many details and was actually lecturing Auren on things that could go wrong if he lost focus mid-battle. Dante had lost focus and was very close to death when the bloody horns of the stag had pierced his enemy's chest, saving him.

"Please pardon my manners. I humbly welcome you into our modest house. Please wait until Dante comes back. I can send someone to call him from the forest," Sable said.

"Yes, it won't take too long," Granny added with a smile. "It will be an honor to welcome the legendary Red Stag."

"Haha," the man laughed politely, "Those are just stories. I can't wait today. Some other day for sure—it's better if the Goatshield reads the letter without my presence. Tell him, if he accepts, he won't be alone. I'll wait for him till the end of the week at Baron Thornmarch's keep."

The Red Stag turned back, smiled toward Auren and Kenzo, and got up on his white horse once again. There was a third kind of warrior who had no need for physical powers anymore—the ones who had mastered a far more deadly fighting technique after upgrading their rank. Read ahead and get updates at M*V*L*E*M*P*Y*R.

The Red Stag's usual fighting style involved simply rampaging through the battlefield, partially transformed into his Red Stag summon.

They watched the knight ride down the open path and disappear into the village in the distance. What possible thing could have happened that even the messenger was a knight of this caliber? Auren turned around, his eyes focused on the rolled-up parchment in Sable's hand.

"Will you open it?" Auren asked.

Sable looked at the parchment for a while and then shook her head.

"It's for your father. We can wait till he comes back."